Not Too Bad

Ireland, my moody but trusty companion, the trip is up. And all I have to say is not too bad.
These moments here in this beautiful country now reside squarely in the past, but that does not mean they have dulled in my memory, or that they cannot continue to be celebrated!
I wrote this poem one day after a stunning walk home from class, and these words perfectly describe where I am at this current time and place, as I spend my few last hours in Galway.
A slow mournful silent goodbye indeed; but though one trip may be ending, my journey is simply just beginning.

Music in my ears washes away my fears. I jig down the street, bobbing to the beat. The rain swashes down, with intermittent ferocity, aiming to drown with an unbelievable velocity. Other times it washes, gently from the sky, waving a slow, mournful silent goodbye. This all just feels so miraculously surreal, with the music on loud and the movie on its reel.  My pace increases, the rain darkens the creases, on my pants the music ramps up and I begin to dance.

The glow of oncoming light creates a wavering, shimmery magical sight- - flashing out of the darkness like a supernatural catharsis. My life is a movie, and these tunes are getting groovy. I’m shaking along feeling so free, and then I gaze at the reason I came to be oversea.

Between the violent clashing of sinister cloud and glinting sun, perched at the gate of the dusk awaiting the setting, lays the most beautiful thing in the world, I am betting.  The most defined rainbow you will ever see, seemingly more powerful than the biggest tree, yet also more delicate than the littlest wings of a bee. From the ground to the sky to the ground – all around- stretched are its bows to fully enclose the shrieking clouds in their burning shrouds. Glistened the raindrops until they stopped, and then the power spontaneously dropped.

The drippity drop of the rains returned, the shining eminence of the colors adjourned. But the music still plays, oblivious, and unconcerned. 

My December sunrise